#sandor the hound clagane

[oldbones-newlegends]

Steel III x Sandor Clegane - Game of Thrones

#sandor clegane #the hound #steel iii #steel/sandor Clegane #steel x sandor clagane #oc #got oc #game of thrones oc #my edit #my edits #Spotify

[sandorslady]

His Lady of the North

Sandor x Stark Reader Warnings: nothing major, maybe some swearing, heavy fluff, let me know if I missed anything. *This is my first time ever writing anything like this so please pardon any mistakes I may have made. If you have any POSITIVE feedback on how I can do better please let me know, thanks<3

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Sandor Clegane was never the type of man to show his feelings or any emotion at all for that matter. Other than just his regular air of brooding. Though behind the mask intended to keep people away was a sad man who longed for a girl he could never have.

Lady Stark never wanted to come to King’s Landing, but being the eldest daughter of Ned Stark meant that she had certain duties to her house. So when the King came to Winterfell, and his son Joffrey asked for her hand in marriage she could not refuse. So now here she was walking with Joffrey through the castle, listening to him discuss whatever terrible thing had his attention that day. Walking just behind them was Joffery’s sworn protector Sandor Clagane. The Hound.

In the few weeks since she’d arrived with her father and sisters, she’d come to enjoy Sandor’s presence. When Joffrey was not around Sandor never left her side. Standing in silence while she read or walked through the gardens. She had only ever said a few words to him and yet he was always so gentle with her.

Sandor couldn't help but fall for Lady Stark. She was kind, gentle, and caring. She always made a point to speak to him and make him feel human. It pained him to watch her be tortured by that cunt of a boy. Joffery was awful, in some was worse than the hound himself, so when King Robert died and Ned Stark was declared a traitor, and executed, Sandor became on high alert.

Sandor knew that Joffery would find some way to punish Lady Stark for the "crimes" of her father to feed into his sick pleasures. So he made sure that he had one eye on her at all times.

Now they were standing in the throne room, Sandor next to Joffery, and Lady Stark in front of them with her two younger sisters. The new King was tormenting the lady hoping to use her to get a reaction from her older brother Rob.

"What can I do to show Rob just how insignificant his house really is to the crown?" The King Joffery said, drumming his fingers on the arm of the iron throne.

"I know!" he shouted with an eery excitement.

"We could batter the pretty little face of his eldest bitch sister." He sneered, waving his guards towards her.

That is where Sandor drew the line. He'd had enough. He stalked toward the guard who was making his way to the girl and threw him to the ground.

"The man that touches her loses his hands." He growled.

Joffery began laughing and clapping incessantly.

"I know just what we'll do! Every hound needs his bitch!" he cackled.

Sandor turned and gave him a quizzical look.

"It's really a quite simple plan hound," Joffery said, leaning forward.

"You will marry the Stark bitch so that Rob Stark will know just how low he and his family really are." he sneered.

Sandor's eyes widened. What had he done? He had doomed her to a life of embarrassment.

"Escort the Starks back to their room. We have a wedding to plan." Joffery said with a nauseating smile.

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Let me know if this is even worth a part 2. Thank you for reading!!!!

#gameofthrones #the hound #sandor clegane #sandor x reader #Sandor x stark reader

[littlefeatherr]

The Hound by Kid-Destructo

#sandor clegane #book sandor #sandor the hound clagane #the hound #asoiaf sandor #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf art #fan art

[spookumsandmonsters]

sometimes a family can be a tiny assassin girl with a kill list and the huge traumatized man who acts like an asshole but actually cares about her

#yes this is about arya and the hound #lol can you tell i’ve been rewatching game of thrones? #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #arya stark #sandor clagane #the hound #op

[blue-janes]

Hot take on GOT

Ok honestly, fuck the GOT writing. The acting? Phenomenal. The cinematography? Flawless. The art direction? Beautiful. The post production FX? Absolutely breathtaking. The costume design? Fantastic. The set design? Brilliant.

The writing? Trash. Complete garbage. Wildly out of character. Totally goes against all of the past character arcs, threw the old writing out the window. I hate it.

Idk what the writers are doing, but unfortunately I’m still along for the ride to support everyone who went above and beyond for this season, but the writers really did everyone who worked on the show a discredit for making the final season such a waste.

#got #game of thrones #got spoilers #got s8 #got went off the rails #got discourse #game of thrones s8 #house targaryen #house stark #house lannister #daenerys targaryen #arya stark #sansa stark #jon snow #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #cersei lannister #the hound #sandor clagane #got is trash

[netflixmess]

You’ll always be my best friend ♥️

#im hurt #ilovehim #the hound #arya stark #sandor clagane #game of thrones #s8 #s1

[marvelfuuture]

GOT  ||  Modern AU  || House Starks  ||  3  / ?

“ If they believed I was going to quit because of some bruises, they better be ready for a cruel awakening, I´m going to fight in that tournament no matter the cost and worse I´m planning to win it ”

Friends: Gendry Baratheon, Hot Pie , Lommy, Podrick ( Arya expects him to be as badass as Brienne the first time they meet  ), Futball Coach Tarth , Box Coach Clagane ( the hound ) , Waif ( frienemy turnd friend ) , Jon 

Hobbys: Parkour, fenzing, Box, Exploring the wood looking for trouble. 

Boyfriend: Gendry Baratheon  

Status: Local Badass

Favorite snack: Anything Hotpie bakes. 

Like and reblog? Don’t steal aesthetic Any question with my AU send ask I will answer 

#arya stark #got #game of thrones #game of thrones au #Modern au #House Stark #gendry baratheon #Hot pie #Lommy Greenhand #podrick #ser podrick #brianne of tarth #The hound #sandor clagane #the waif #jon snow #Local _Baddass #Nymeria #The wolfs #got au #gendrya #gendrya su #gendraya #gendraya au

[nightinmind]

#got #game of thrones #sandor clagane #the hound #mountain

[katarablossoms]

I think the mountain is gonna kill Arya I DON’T LIKE IT

#game of thrones #arya stark #sandor clegane #the hound #the moutain #gregor clagane

[ao3feed-tywin]

I swear it by the Old Gods, and the New (Sandor Clegane x Female!Reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g8f8t7

by Squiish

You had grown up allies with house Lannister, a high-born young woman such as yourself would be an ideal Queen for the recently-crowned King Joffrey, refusing such a proposal would surely mean devastation for your houses' centuries-old bond, however your heart lies elsewhere and you'd sooner die than marry the King of Winterfell.

Words: 1080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Female Reader - Character, Original Female Character(s), Sandor Clegane, The Hound - Character, Tyrion Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, King Slayer, Joffrey Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, The Mountain - Character, Gregor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Ned Stark, Samwell Tarly, Gilly (ASoIaF), Daenerys Targaryen, Tormund Giantsbane, Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger, Robb Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Gendry Waters, Bran Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Catelyn Tully Stark, Rickon Stark, Davos Seaworth, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Ramsay Bolton, Tywin Lannister, Podrick Payne, Oberyn Martell, Benjen Stark, Hodor (ASoIaF), Kevan Lannister, Original House Lannister Character(s), Theon Greyjoy, Grey Worm, Yara Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy, Balon Greyjoy, Grey Wind (ASoIaF), Alannys Greyjoy, Aeron "Damphair" Greyjoy, Original House Greyjoy Character(s), Greyjoys (ASoIaF), Lyanna Stark, Brandon Stark, Rickard Stark, Original House Stark Character(s), Alys Karstark, Starks (ASoIaF), Khal Drogo, Varys (ASoIaF), Mae

Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Reader, The Hound/ Reader, Ser Clagane/ Reader, GOT/ Reader, The Hound (Sandor Clegane)/ Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g8f8t7

#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed tywin #ao3feed tywin lannister

[gameoffanarts]

Sansa and Sandor by AlcoholicRattleSnake.

#Sansa Stark #Sandor Clagane #The Hound #Game of Thrones #GoT #Fan Art

[komotionlessqueenmm]

The Phoenix & The King (Part 1)

Short Story # 1

Harald X Oc

Words - 1,931

Year posted - 2020

Bare in mind.

Gregor is 6'9 Sandor is 6'6 Jade is 6'4 Harald is 5'9

The arrival of the Clagane siblings had been an anticipated and nervous year for Kattegat. Why? Because when the news reached Queen Aslaug that they were headed for Kattegat, she and everyone else had assumed it was not a good thing. She like many others had heard the rumors about the Clagane siblings, how brutal and merciless they were. How they would kill anyone standing in their way without a second thought. But what made the rumors so worrying was that they were rumored to be giants, or atleast part giant. So Queen Aslaug sent for King Harald and his army, to aid her and her people if need be. Harald agreed and set sail for Kattegat with his brother and a small army, not believing he would need all of his men if there was even a fight. They arrived a month before the Claganes, and in that time Harald and his brother sat at the main road leading into Kattegat, watching and waiting for their arrival. Oftentimes talking about the rumors going around about the siblings.

The day finally arrived as the Clagane siblings rode into Kattegat. The sight of the three siblings perched upon some of the largest draft horses Harald or anyone else had ever seen. "They really are giants." Halfdan breathed out in surprise watching as they dismounted simultaneously. "The biggest guy must be The Mountain, that would mean the one with the wolf helmet is The Hound, and their sister." Harald cut his brother off. "The Phoenix." He breathed out unable to take his eyes off of the tall woman. "Why do you suppose they call her that?" Halfdan wondered aloud. "Because she's nearly been killed in battle many times, but she always recovers within no time. She's believed to be impossible to kill." Harald replied to his brother pointing to her face subtlety. "They say she is covered from head to toe in those scars, and they say the scars on her face are the fewest on her body." Harald then pointed to The Hound, who had just removed his helmet. "And him, rumors say that The Mountain did that to him when they were children, melted his own brothers face because he was playing with The Mountains toys." Halfdan shook his head in disbelief watching The Mountain as he handed his horse off to a stable boy. "Come let's go greet the giants." Harald nudged his brother with his elbow, the both of them standing together figuring if they Claganes were hear to fight they would have known by now. "Let me be the first to welcome you all to Kattegat." Harald smiled tilting his head up a little to meet their gaze. "I am King Harald of Vestfold and this is my brother Halfdan." He smacked the back of his brothers shoulder with a small laugh. "It's a pleasure to meet you King Harald." Phoenix offered a small smile, ignoring the scoffs from her brothers. "I didn't realize we were expected." She added eyeing the King and his brother. "Yes well the news of your arrival was worrisome for Queen Aslaug, we have been awaiting you for some time now." Phoenix arched a brow. "Worrisome?" She all but hissed. "We have heard how fearsome and formidable you three are on the battlefield, Queen Aslaug had been worried that your arrival here wasn't a social one." Phoenix craned down to look Harald in the eyes when he finished speaking. "Do you really think you'd stand a chance against us, if we had wanted to tear this place apart?" The sinister gleam in her eyes caused Harald's heart to race, his stomach knotting in anticipation of being in such close proximity of her. "If the rumors are to be believed, I would imagine we wouldn't." He answered truthfully, his words causing Phoenix to smirk. "Smart man." She stood to her full height as Queen Aslaug made her way over, her son's trailing behind, while many of the townsfolk flocked around the nearby area to see the giants for themselves. "You must be The Phoenix." Aslaug smiled up at the taller woman. "Jade will do fine your grace." Phoenix bowed her head respectively. "Come you all should rest, I'm sure your journey was tiring." Aslaug smiled politely turning back to the Great Hall, the Claganes following her, then Harald and Halfdan following behind. "She's incredible." Harald muttered to his brother staring at Jades ass.

---A little while later---

"I'm going hunting, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Phoenix warned her brothers whom rolled their eyes in return. "Fuck off." Gregor scoffed downing the rest of his ale. "I'll be back later." She ignored her brother's harsh words a she left the Great Hall, Harald trailing after her. "Would you like me to join you?" Harald asked as Phoenix was removing her bow from her horses saddle. "I hunt best alone." She answered without even looking his way, as she tied her quiver onto her belt. "Well I wish you luck." Harald was disappointed she had declined his offer, but he smiled anyways watching her stalk away towards the woods.

---A few short hours later---

Steadying her bow Phoenix held her breath ready to take the shot, the buck a hundred yards away unaware of his nearing end. But before she was able to release the sting of her bow a strong force slammed into her back, knocking her bow out of her hands the arrow firing and missing its target. Quickly Phoenix spun on her heel as five wolves began circling her. "Fuck." She muttered to herself pissed she didn't bring her sword, and knowing she couldn't get to her bow. The first wolf lunged and Phoenix was able to catch it by the ribs, throwing it as hard as she could into a tree, the sheer force breaking the beasts back killing it. Pulling her dagger from her belt she stabbed the second wolf in the heart as it leapt at her. Managing to slash the thirds throat as she removed her blade from the second wolf. The fourth and fifth wolf's collided into her side knocking her down, her dagger sinking into her left shoulder, the pain only angering her more. The fourth wolf lunged for her throat as she got back to her feet, the blade still buried in her flesh. Without thinking Phoenix caught the fourth wolf by its bottom jaw, her hand inside its mouth. The beast tried biting down as Phoenix pulled its jaw down harshly, practically ripping the jaw clean off killing the wolf. The last wolf was clearly the alpha and was smarter than the others, so before Phoenix could prepare herself the fifth wolf latched itself onto her right forearm, knocking her onto her back. It's teeth tearing the flesh apart with ease, since she came in some simple leather armor rather than her normal metal armor. Crying out in both pain and anger Phoenix grabbed a large rock from beside her, slamming it into the beasts skull until it stopped breathing. Adrenaline and anger pumping through her veins Phoenix tossed the wolf aside then grabbed her bow. Figuring she shouldn't go back empty handed she roped the wolves together and slung the rope across her chest, being careful of the dagger still sticking out of her shoulder.

Trudging back to Kattegat was an angry journey for Phoenix, the pain only fueling the hate filled fire within her. And as she emerged from the woods covered in blood, Harald's heart froze. She walked passed his shocked form and made her way to the Great Hall, droplets of sweat running down her face and neck. It wasn't until Phoenix handed the wolves off to a slave that Harald was able to urge his body to move, jogging to follow her into the Great Hall. "Jade what happened?" Harald questioned as she barged into the Great Hall, the commotion starling everyone inside, the sight of Jade all bloody caused panic to rise in Aslaug. "I was attacked by those wolves." Phoenix grunted flopping down at a table off the side of the main room, a slave running to her side with clean water and rags. "Bring me a needle and some thread." Phoenix instructed the slave as she removed the ruined brace on her arm, then pulling the dagger from her shoulder with a deep growl rumbling in her chest. "Hold this against the wound would you?" Phoenix handed Harald a rag, working around him removing her upper armor to have better access to the gash. Harald had quickly sank to his knees beside her holding the rag in place, his heart racing a mile a minute. The slave came back a moment later with the needle and thread, and attempted to patch Phoenix up. "Don't." The woman growled shooing the slave away, then Harald's hands. Grabbing another rag Phoenix dipped it into the bowl of water, then began cleaning her shoulder. Once the wound was clean she stitched it shut, growling in pain every so often. After that was finished she got to work on her right arm, cleaning then stitching the already scarred flesh. "Let me." Harald muttered taking the wrapping from her hand to wrap her arm himself. "I'm fine King Harald." She sighed in annoyance at the throbbing pain in her arm. "I know you are, just let me help." He smiled at her with sincere eyes. "You should go before my brother's arrive, they may kill you." She added as he finishing up his handy work. The Great Hall doors bursting open before Harald could speak. "To late." She muttered as Gregor and Sandor marched over to her side, their anger wafting off of them in waves, making everyone within the hall shiver in fear, all except Phoenix. "What the fuck happened?" Sandor bellowed practically shoving the King aside without a care. "I was being hunted by wolves." She stated as if it was obvious, cleaning the blood from her hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Gregor growled at the King, glaring down at him. "He was only trying to help." Phoenix cut in before Harald would make the mistake of challenging her brothers. "Like hell he was, he's been eyeing you since we arrived. Planing to have you bent over like some bitch, until he's done with you." Gregor accused causing Phoenix to stand to her full height, shoving her eldest brother back. "You shut your fucking mouth Gregor." She threatened with a dangerous look in her eyes. "Stop being a whinny little cunt and sit back down, I need to make sure you stitched it right." Sandor intervened not so lightly shoving his sister back down, closely inspecting her work. "Stay away from her." Gregor warned the King before leaving the Great Hall again. "This isn't the first time I've stitched myself up, my work is fine." Phoenix argued with Sandor who sent her the faintest hint of a smile. "I know I just didn't want you and Gregor to tear this place apart trying to kill eachother." Sandor grunted before leaving the Great Hall as well. "I'm sorry about them." Phoenix offered an apologetic smile to Harald. "Don't be their only protecting their little sister." He smiled warmly. "Would you like to walk with me?" Phoenix asked standing to her full height, practically towering over the fawning King. "It would be my honor." He offered her another smile, following her out of the Great Hall. Leaving everyone in the Great Hall confused, and a little fearful.

#short story #oc #king harald #Sandor Clegane #Gregor Clegane #vikings #game of thones #my oc jade #The Phoenix & The King

[apiratecalledav]

Name Them (Sandor Clegane FF)

A/N: A couple of years ago, I made a dumb post about how work was so boring that my brain went, “Hey, wouldn’t it be hilarious and adorable if Arya and Gendry’s kids called Sandor Clagane ‘Uncle Sandy?’”

I got some requests to write a fan fic and I started a one shot but never finished it.This is more the GOT universe, since it’s fresher in my mind than ASOIF and there’s more “room to play” with backstories and such. Plus Rory McCann would totally own being “Uncle Sandy.” ;) 

Please keep in mind that I haven’t written anything in forever and this is way out of my comfort zone.

It’s Sandor’s POV, so there’s a good bit of language.

Sandor Clagane spots the daughters first. They’re a fair distance away and it’s been well over a year since he’s seen them, but he’d know them anywhere. They may have their father’s hair and eyes, but otherwise, they are entirely their mother.  The older one must be seven or eight.  She’s called Nell but that’s short for something Sandor can’t remember. And the younger one is… Brenna? Branna? Brenna. She looks about five.  

He looks around for their mother and father, the Girl and the lad. It strikes him now how stupid it is that he still thinks of them that way.  The Girl would be about twenty-eight by now and the lad is maybe thirty-three? They are long grown and haven’t been a girl and a lad for many years now.  

But… old habits. The Girl, the lad, Little Bird, the prince, the king… the butcher’s boy.  Titles, epithets, those are easier than names. That’s how it’s been for ages. Almost his whole life, ever since—

“You mustn’t name them, Sandor. You’ll get too attached.”

He clenches his teeth and shakes his head, needing to make that sweet little voice quiet.

“If you name them, it will make you sadder to lose them.”

It’s true. Death is sadder when they have names.

Having names can also make it harder to kill them.

He sees the lad first. Gendry.

The corner of Gendry’s mouth turns upwards in surprise and he makes his way over to Sandor. They don’t speak; merely grasp each other’s hands briefly and nod.  

Gendry turns in the direction to where his daughters are playing. “Girls?” he calls, cupping his hands around his mouth to make himself louder. “Come see who’s here!”

The children’s heads snap up in unison at the sound of their father’s voice.  “Oh, look!” the older one cries. Her voice echoes incredibly loud and shrill in the way only children can manage. “Do you know who that is? It’s Uncle Sandy!”

Sandor’s mind goes blank for a moment, unable to comprehend what he just heard.  He feels an eye twitch and his upper lip curl. He’s not surprised they called him “Uncle.” The last time he was here, the Girl— either unwilling or unable to explain their affiliation to her daughters—had referred to Sandor as her uncle.  But Sandy? Uncle Sandy? Seven fucking hells!

It’s worse than the Hound.                                                                    

He once heard that wheezing, old grand maester refer to a condition where something bursts in a man’s brain and blood leaks inside his skull. Sandor wonders if that’s happening to him now. His eyes dart over to the lad, incredulous and silently demanding an explanation.

Gendry smiles ruefully and opens his mouth, but before he can speak, a loud, almost manic giggle cuts through the air.

Sandor whips his head around to find the Girl standing at his other side, an infant in her arms. It’s a boy, he thinks, but he can’t be sure. He hadn’t heard that she’d had another child. She makes no move to further greet him, even as her laughter dies down into quiet chuckling.

“Er, Nell likes to tell the other children stories about your adventures with Arya and me,” Gendry says when he can finally make his voice heard. “A few of them said that Sandor Clegane sounded like…”

“—A villain,” the Girl offers, her laughter flaring up again.

“Right, so… Er, you became—”

“—Ser Sandy!” the Girl manages to gasp between fits of snickering.

“And whose idea was that, I wonder?” Sandor grumbles, eyes narrowed.  

The Girl raises and lowers one shoulder, still smirking.  

Looking at her shit eating grin, Sandor realizes that he got off easy. Knowing the Girl, she probably entertained the idea of telling her children to call him Ser-Shit-for-Brains or Grand Maester Piss Crumpet.  “Fuck’s sake.”

When the Girl speaks again, her voice is warm and her face has softened into a more welcoming expression. “This is Daren,” she says, adjusting the boy so that Sandor can get a look at his face. Anyone else would now crow about how beautiful he is or ramble on about which parent he looks like more. But aside from his black hair and blue eyes, he is as nondescript as a peeled potato as far as Sandor is concerned.

“He— looks like a hearty little fellow.”

Sandor is spared from saying anything else as something small and fast collides with his middle. He looks down to see that the older daughter has thrown her arms around him. He stares down at Nell in helpless confusion for a moment before awkwardly patting the top of her head.  “You’ve gotten tall.”

“I have!” Nell says proudly. She releases him and peers over her shoulder, realizing that Brenna has kept her distance, awkwardly twisting the sleeves of her dress. Nell turns and takes her sister’s hand. “Don’t be shy! You remember Uncle Sandy, don’t you? He saved you, remember?”

A smile slowly forms on Brenna’s face. “I ‘member.” She releases her sister’s hand and tentatively embraces Sandor as well.  “Thank you.”

“I wouldn’t call it saving,” Sandor says gruffly, recalling the incident the children are referring to.

Though perhaps not as prissy and dainty as the average girl, Brenna is not nearly as rowdy or wild as her sister and mother.  She prefers to wear dresses, insects send her into panic, and she utterly loathes filth.

The last time Sandor visited, Nell and Brenna raced around in the early spring with other youngsters. The melting snow and ice turned much of the grass into a damp, muddy quagmire.  Brenna with her shorter legs was already lagging behind the other children when she slipped down one of the hills and tumbled into a pile of muck. She lay there rigid, her face frozen in a blank sort of horror Sandor associated with men who were slowly bleeding to death.

Sandor reached her first. He perfunctorily scooped her up and carried her away, back to solid ground and into her father’s arms.

Gendry peered into Brenna’s face anxiously while the Girl tentatively probed her, looking for any serious injury. Sandor felt certain that the Girl must have been thinking about her brother who had been thrown from a tower, his body left shattered when he wasn’t much older than Brenna.

After a long, terrifying moment, Brenna blinked and let out a pitiful, “Blech!”

Her parents half laughed, half sobbed in relief and brought her home to get cleaned up.  

Sandor looks down at Brenna now, noticing that her dress has been tied into knots around her calves, presumably to spare it from dragging in the dirt. Her alterations reveal that she’s also wearing tall, sturdy boots. Sandor almost smiles. Any other mother would be horrified by her attire.

“Did you bring us presents?” asks Nell hopefully.

“Elyn!” the Girl says at the same time Gendry says, “Don’t be rude.”

Nell grins sheepishly. “Well, he always brings us presents…”

Sandor rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket and hands Nell a roughly made ring. “You won’t be able to wear this for a few years.”

“Pretty!” she says, taking it from him and examining it.

“See the hinge under the stone? There’s a compartment and you can put poison in there.”  

“Ooh!” she says with much more enthusiasm and slips the ring onto her thumb but it’s still quite loose.

The Girl chuckles and tells Nell that she can wear it on a chain until she grows more. Nell looks disappointed by that.

Less sure of Brenna’s tastes, Sandor hesitantly hands her a wooden knight but her eyes light up as her small hand closes over it.

“He can look after my dolls,” she says excitedly. “Like you did for Mummy and Auntie Sansa.”

“That’s right, little one,” he says. “He’ll take good care of them.”

“What do you say?” the Girl prompts.

“Thank you, Uncle Sandy!” Nell and Brenna say in unison.

Sandor doesn’t answer them, simply scowls at the Girl, who muffles her laughter into her husband’s shoulder.

Something dull digs into Sandor’s side and he opens one of his eyes the smallest of fractions. He didn’t realize that he fell asleep.  He sat on one of the low wooden tables to watch the sunrise before breakfast. It was the first morning that felt like summer in over a decade and he closed his eyes instinctively as he felt the sunlight touch his face. He turns his head this way and that, feeling stiff and sore. He can’t remember the last time he slept outside.

Nell grins at him, a wooden sword clutched in her hands. That must have been what she prodded him with. “Sorry but you missed breakfast and Mum says that you’re so old now that we should make sure you’re not dead.”

“Not dead,” he confirms, even though he feels like he might not be far off.

“Hey, I’ve been wondering. What was your horse’s name? The one you had when you and Mum tried to get to the Vale?” Nell asks suddenly. “Because when I tell the stories, I’ve been calling him Grey Wind, like—”

“Stranger,” he says slowly. A name he’d partially chosen to irritate his father and also partially meant to sound unfriendly, to inspire distance.  The plan was both success and failure; Sandor loved that horse and yet by some glorious miracle, managed to keep him for more than twenty years, until he mercifully, peacefully succumbed to old age. The one constant in Sandor’s life besides misery. Sandor buried Stranger himself, refusing all offers of help, even Ray’s. The only living creature he’d ever properly named. With one exception.

Before he can stop it, he sees a flash of that fat barn cat with its litter of kittens and he can almost feel her hand in his.

“We should call that one Shadow!” he exclaimed, his free hand pointing to the kitten with all black fur.

“No! You mustn’t name them, Sandor,” she said despairingly. “You’ll get too attached to them.”

He looked up at her, confused.

“It’s just… they are very small and fragile. Something might hurt them. If you name them, it will make you sadder to lose them.”

On some level, she must have suspected their fate all along because something— or more accurately, someone— did come to hurt them a few days later.  He clenches his fist and forces away the memory of those dead kittens, their little bodies lying broken while their mother yowled.

Why is it that he remembers that so clearly and almost nothing about his sister? (Because yes, she was his sister and fuck his father for trying to tell him she was just some childhood playmate.)  The only things he can remember about her is how her hand felt in his, that she was the middle child, and how she begged him not to name those damn cats. But nothing else. Not her face, not her age, or the things she liked to do. Not even her name.

“‘Stranger’ doesn’t sound very nice,” Nell says, her voice bringing Sandor back to the present. She wrinkles her nose. “I think I’ll keep calling him Grey Wind.”

“You do that, child,” he says, absently. “The horse doesn’t give two shits what you call him.”

“You said shit!” She giggles and she sounds so much like her mother that a shiver claws its way up Sandor’s spine. It’s surprisingly eerie to hear the Girl’s voice come from this younger, slightly discolored version of her.

“I’m sure you’ve heard worse— from your parents.”

“Yes,” she says matter-of-factly. “But not from other adults. My friend Maris asked me if it was true that Auntie Sansa killed Mad King Joffrey. I told her I didn’t know but if she did, he deserved it because Mum said he was a rat-faced cunt!”

Sandor nearly chokes on a laugh.

“Her mum got really angry! And looked at me like I just kicked a baby! But Jon Tarly’s mother said that if the worst thing that ever happens to your child is that she hears some curse words, you should stop complaining and be grateful.”

“Fair point,” says Sandor.

“The complaining part or the rat-faced cunt part?”

“Both.”

Nell giggles again. This time, the laugh is her own. “I’m going to practice now.” She gestures with her wooden sword, further down towards the trees where Brenna is gathering up blossoms into a long chain. “I’m getting good,” Nell says and turns on her heel and flounces away.

Hearing her sister’s approach, Brenna looks up then sees Sandor in the distance. “Hullo, Uncle Sandy!” Brenna chirps.

He raises his hand in greeting.

“You’d have knocked me on my back if I called you Sandy.”

“Aye,” Sandor says, not bothering to look around, no longer taken aback by the Girl’s stealth. “But you were never half as a sweet as those two.” He tries to make his voice sound as offhand as possible and looks away.

“True!” the Girl agrees as she settles down next to him, cradling her son close to her. “They get that from their father.”

“From him? He’s the only one I’ve ever met more sullen than you. Quieter, though.”

“Well, I guess you don’t bring out that side of him.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

She snickers. “I didn’t tell them to call you Sandy,” she says, suddenly serious. “Well, not exactly.  When Brenna was learning to talk, Nell wanted to know why we all suddenly had that ‘eee’ sound at the end of our names— Mummy, Daddy, Nellie, Auntie Sansa, Uncle Jonny. I didn’t know. It’s just how you talk to small children.  But I said it was to help babies learn who their family members are. Who is part of the pack and who isn’t.  So when their friends said ‘Sandor Clegane’ sounded scary, I think Nell wanted to make sure everyone knew that—”

There’s a screech and Brenna screams, “Nell! NELL!”

Sandor and the Girl both tense, ready to spring to their feet until their eyes fall on Brenna and see that there is no real danger. While winding her way in between the branches of trees, Brenna somehow managed to walk face first into a mass of cobwebs.

“Nell!” Brenna cries again, tearing at the webs. “Are they in my hair? I think they’re in my hair!”

Nell, who seems to have dropped her sword, reaches Brenna’s side. “It’s all right. Stay still.”

“It’s astounding that you managed to produce someone so”— the word “fussy” is at the tip of Sandor’s tongue, closely followed by “girlish” but those seem too harsh so he changes direction —“gentle.”  

“I know,” says the Girl, her voice full of affection as Nell combs her fingers through Brenna’s hair and plucks out a live spider. “I’m glad Nell dotes on Brenna. But I always worry that it won’t last. They’re so different. Every day, I wake up and wonder if today’s the day: that from now on they’ll be like Sansa and me when we were younger. We were so awful to each other… I don’t know how our mother stood it. I don’t think I could.”

“It’s different. There were six of you, and then the Greyjoy boy. It was only the two of them for a long time... I’m not saying there won’t be days when they’ll want to tear each other’s hair out but…”

He waits for her to laugh at him, to make a comment about him getting soft in his old age but she takes him by surprise.

“Thanks,” she says, actually heartfelt and he finally meets her eye. They hold each other’s gaze for a long moment.

“Hold out your hands,” the Girl says suddenly.

Sandor looks at her blankly then realizes that she wants him to take the baby. She can’t be serious. “Oh, fuck off.”

She raises an eyebrow and glares at him but doesn’t say anything.

Sandor eyes her, surprised to see that his refusal hurt her. But then he thinks about the butcher’s boy, the oldest and deepest wound between them, and what it means that she was willing to let him hold her son.  A lump starts to form in Sandor’s throat. “Go on then,” he mutters, extending his arms. He can’t help but add, “Even though you’re only doing it so you can take the piss out of me.”

“He’s not a loaf of bread! There, that’s it. See?  Not so bad is it, you miserable old shit?”

“He’s better company than his mother,” Sandor retorts.  

Even though he feels utterly ridiculous, he has to admit that there is something miraculous about holding this tiny, delicate human being in his hands. After a moment, Sandor’s novelty has worn off for the baby and he starts to fuss.  

Sandor grimaces and holds the boy out to the Girl.

“You could try rocking him.”

Sandor grunts and the Girl smiles as she takes her child back, expertly soothing him.

“Oooh, Nell! Nell, I can feel one near my ear! Get it!” Brenna wails. Then adds quickly, “But don’t hurt it!”

Little Brenna’s screams for Nell echo in Sandor’s ears, distorting into a slightly deeper, more panicked, more desperate voice. His own.

As the fire drew closer and closer to his face, he started to yell for her, his sister. Even though she’d been gone for ages, ever since their father told her to go find their brother and make him come inside for dinner. Sandor couldn’t help but call for her. Because she was always the one who saved him. She was the one who punched their brother’s shoulder when he held Sandor in a headlock for too long, when he knocked Sandor over and wouldn’t let him back up.

“Nell! Nell!”

Even when he could no longer do anything but scream incoherently, her name continued to ring through his head: Nell, Nell, Nell.  

Eleanor. Eleanor! His sister’s name was Eleanor. She didn’t like Nell after Gregor started calling her “Smelly Nellie” but Sandor slipped when he was frightened.

“She’s a good girl,” Sandor says abruptly, watching Nell continue to carefully and patiently peel off strands of spider web from her younger sister. “And a good big sister.” He swallows. “Like my sister was.” His voice is steadier than he expected but also much quieter.  He’s not even sure if the Girl heard him. “Nell,” he murmurs.  But whether he meant Nell Clegane or Nell Baratheon, he isn’t sure.

“Your sister was— real?” the Girl asks.

He swallows and nods. “Eleanor Clegane.” A pause. “First name on my list.”

“Your ‘list’? Is it like my list?”

“The opposite of yours,” Sandor says. “It’s the list of people…” I’d die for. “The list of people I’d kill for.”

The corner of her mouth turns up. “Without having to pay you, you mean?”

“Aye,” he says. “No payment required.”

“Interesting. How many people are on that list of yours?” she asks.

He looks away from her. “About ten, still living.”  

“I’d like to hear who’s on it. Do I know any of them? ”

Sandor turns his head and sees something truly astonishing: Arya Stark smiling at him.  “All right,” he says. “If it will shut you up, I’ll name them.”

A/N ii: In the books, I feel like Sandor does have some attachment/detachment issues with names (threatening to beat Arya if she said Mycah’s name again has stayed with me) but in the show, it’s dialed up to eleven. He almost never uses people’s names, and when he does it’s almost always mockingly.  I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I always liked the contrast between Arya’s obsession with saying names and the way Sandor avoided them. I also thought it would be cool if he made a list that was the opposite of Arya’s; the names of people he wants to protect.  

I had the majority of this written in like, 2017 but I wasn’t sure what to call the Clegane sister. And then Eleanor hit me with it’s nice “-or” ending. Of course, like 2 days later, I discover that it’s a pretty popular fanon name for her. Also Nell is an old nickname for Eleanor and the coincidence gave me chills and a better reason for Sandor to remember her name.

As for the kids names— Elyn/Nell for Catelyn and Ned, Brenna for Bran, Brienne, and Sansa, and Daren for Davos and Yoren. I wanted them to have names that honored people important to Gendry and Arya without going full Albus Severus Potter.  :P

#sandor clegane #the hound #arya stark #gendrya #gendry #game of thrones #fan fiction #My writing

[littlefeatherr]

 "One evening, Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire, Gregor's toy."

"A wooden knight. Gregor never said a word, he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals."

"Held him there while the boy screamed. While his face melted..." He hissed his finish, then paused for the full effect of his words to sink in. "There aren't many people who know that story."

#sandor clegane #sandor #sandor the hound clagane #house clegane #the hound #game of thrones.

[letmebecomeataboo]

My thoughts on GoT episode 5

This is so much bullshit and bad writing and random thoughts I had while watching. Enjoy!

Okay we’re starting off

Varys writing some shady letters

Have we seen Varys and spy child before? No? Hm

Brooding Tyrion

Dany is depressed I guess?

Pol!Jon

Stop being a good person Jon! Ugh

Dany has messy hair, tb to season 1

Begging isn’t pretty Kaleeshi

Sansa is smart tho

How does Emilia still look so perfect?!?!?!

More shady writing

Grey Worm! I hope he’s okay

Love Dany’s new jacket

Excuse me, That’s my emotional support background character that you are killing here!

The dragon just yeeting into the picture

So much burning of humans this season

Noooo a Missandei is dead meeting plz no

Why did you do that, do that, do that, do that to me?

Dany finally realising the truth.

Wha Jon, wha?

The Jonarys fandom must be so happy

Oh wait, he stopped. Again.

Hope for Jonsa???

Probs not.

Shawn Mendes in the background: Please have mercy on me!

Tyrany looks good on you Dany

#MadQueen but we stan anyway

Jamie?

Dany is actually all alone!

Row row row you boat gently into war

What is Jon thinking? I want to know his plan

Arya Stark!

Tyrion trying to speak to the unsullied is me trying to speak in french class

Brother bonding

Dragon killer evil

Arya and Clagane the ultimate Brotp

Cersi looking FINE

That mother and child gonna die

Go dragon go!

So much burning

Okay the destroying of the wall was great!

Cersi knows shes about to lose

Jon, Davos and Grey Worm: boyband of westeros

Why must they focus on the children?

Holy shit the Lannister army gives up?!?!

The bells rings!

Welcome to the shit show Ms Mad Queen!

Omg

Jon «shit I’m dating a psycopath» Snow

Grey Worm honey no!

Davos helping ppl

Euron can’t just die can he?

Dany really went for it with the whole «they fear me thing» didnt she?

Jamie does not deserve this

HOLY SHIT CERSI HAS EMOTIONS?!?!?!

Papa hound and his stark puppy

We could all use a friend like the mountain, holding up the roof for you.

And maester what’s-his-name is dead

Cersi just yeeted outta there

I would almost say it was a sweet reunion, if they weren’t you know, SIBLINGS!

Arya get to safety!!!!

Holy shit the transitions!

Mommy and child from earlier!

Sandor no!

And there the fucking wildfire...

Oh my god Arya!

God damn Dorthraki

I actually feel bad for Cersi

Aaaaaand they’re dead

Arya still alive somehow

I said they were gonna die

Horsey!

Arya looks so much like Jon! I love it!

And next episode is just Sansa arriving to clean up everyones mess

This is so much death, I’m going back to season 1.

#game of thrones #game of thrones season 8 #season 8 #game of thrones episode 5 #GoT #Got ep 5 s 8 #episode 5 #thoughts #I’m pissed so I’m venting here #but i loved the episode #yes #so this is what I’ve got #jon snow #danearys targaryen #cersi lannister #jamie lannister #arya stark

[mllekaren]

Littlefeather - Sansan fics read in 2018

@thefeatherofhope

A Stark Naked Surprise (9691) It’s been a blazing hot summer in Kings Landing and Margaery finally convinces Sansa to let her hair down and accompany her and her friends to the beach for the day. But upon arrival, to Sansa’s horror and embarrassment, it turns out to be nudist beach. To make matters worse, who should they bump into whilst there? None other than Joffrey and his bodyguard, Sandor Clegane. Naked. Both of them very, very naked. Sansa cannot help herself sneaking peeks and of course mentally comparing the two.

Wild at Heart (41523) A/U Sandor Clagane is a Wilding man who sees Sansa while hunting near Winterfell and decides to kidnap her and return North of the Wall with her as his wife. Knowing her father's bannermen hold to the old ways, Sansa decides to try to make the marriage by capture work even as her father and brothers set out to find her. Time frame takes place before King Robert comes to Winterfell. Please be aware my Sandor characterization reflects the a/u. When I was writing this I felt the difference necessitated it-while not changing his character entirely, Sandor is a Wilding, not the Hound from KL.

#Littlefeather #thefeatherofhope #Sansan fics read in 2018 #sansan #sansan fanfiction #sansan fanfiction recommendations